ROGUE HEARTS

If dad Finds out about me and cazorla, his best friend from college, he would kill us both. I must make sure he doesn’t find out. The cold water coming from the shower pours down on me as the images from last night continuously play in my head. “I can't believe I just had s*x with cazorla. To think he is twice my age and my father’s right hand guy…What was I thinking? How did we get to this place? He's supposed to be my mentor for crying out loud”. As I let the bar soap glide over my skin, I can almost feel his hands, gentle yet intoxicating, as if he were there with me under the cascading water. The lingering scent of his cologne dances around me, a silent reminder of the illicit kisses on my lips, cheeks, neck, and every inch of my skin. To think he's my father's best friend, is one turn on given we are now in a forbidden entanglement, and the fact that he felt so young and vibrant while he was doing all those nasty things to me, makes me smile all the more. Last night began innocently, a routine visit to his mansion for urgent office work. "This project is more demanding than I expected. We're going to be here a while." CaZorla's brows furrow as I sit across from him. “It’s nothing we can’t handle plus it’s not like we’re in a hurry”. "Yeah, it's quite a challenge. But you know what could ease the tension? Snacks. My treat." cazorla looks up, a spark of interest in his eyes. "Snacks? You cook?" "I've got a few tricks up my sleeve. Let's say I inherited some culinary skills from my mom." "Oh. But it's fine, I could ask the cook to get us something." "I insist." With that I move into the kitchen, and in minutes I'm out with a tray of pizza. "Mom's secret ingredient for the perfect mini-pizzas is a dash of oregano. Trust me, it's a game-changer." He takes a bite. "Impressive. You're a good cook and a grown woman now. You're not the little girl I used to know." A blush creeps up my cheeks. "Thanks." "Well, how about we complement those snacks with some wine? It's the perfect way to cap off a successful work session." caZorla retrieves a bottle of wine from a nearby rack and we pop it open. Next thing I know, I spill some wine on my dress and in a bid to help me clean up, our eyes lock and we just know we can't control ourselves anymore. Our lips lock slowly at first, then he pulls back as if trying to make up his mind about this. Within a second, he comes back to my lips in a more frantic way, his hands doing some wonders beneath my dress. He lifts him, my legs wrapped around him as we move from his study room directly into his bedroom. This morning I wake up lying in bed right next cazorla, our clothes on the floor reminding me of how the night had turned out. I quickly pick up my clothes and hurry out of the mansion, taking the available cab back to my apartment. I've not had s*x in a while but the few times I did, don't match up to the moment with cazorla, a man 20 years older than I am. I must be so terrible to feel more turned on by the guilt ravaging inside me right now. Truth is, I've harbored a crush on cazorla since my teenage years, and this infatuation hasn't waned; it's grown into something more consuming over time. I lose composure whenever caZorla came by to visit Dad and I'd almost enter the ground whenever he teased me during dinner. I can vividly remember my crush on him intensified once I entered college at 16. One time, our school invited him for an architecture event and the mere fact that he knew me made most of the girls at my college envy me. At the time I used to be a nerd who didn't care so much about my looks, but not when I knew caZorla was coming home or going to be around the corner. I looked my best. Believe me or not, I have got a secret folder on my phone where I've stored cazorla’s pictures, ones I took secretly of him whenever I had the chance. cazorla is what I'd call an adonis. He's got this build of an athlete and although he's my dad's age, he looks a lot younger, more so like he’s in his 30s. He's blessed with looks, charisma, and affluence. His architecture company is one of the leading companies in the world. The only reason I studied to be an architect was because of cazorla. My infatuation for him made me want to be like him, and I did. I graduated college as the best student in Architecture and that gave me the opportunity to secure a place in his Architecture company aside from the fact that my father spoke to caZorla on my behalf. Dad and caZorla have been best friends since college, they still hangout and cazorla is like a family member. They've got each other's backs, but just like every other father, Dad is protective of me, especially around caZorla The thing is, cazorla is notorious for being a playboy. He was born for it and even when his friends were settling down; he was still in the business of playing the field. Now you see where Dad's insecurity comes from. The only reason I know caZorla is because he's known me since I was born. Dad allowed me to work for caZorla's company because, first, the company had a reputation for being one of the best, and second, caZorla could mentor me to become a professional since I had the brains for it. Third, because he trusted me, as a grown woman of 24, to take care of myself and that included having nothing s****l or inappropriate to do with cazorla. It's crazy how a huge part of me feels good,even after sleeping with my dad's best friend. It's like I just lived out one of my fantasies. Despite that, a tug at heart reminds me how much of a disaster this would be if it eventually came out in the open.